Music on the wind

Winds of change blow in

And mark the Ides of March

Deadlines for settling debts

Disappear before our eyes

As a mask of worldwide fear

Notes this moment in time

False thoughts propagated

Manipulate and control

Now souls are congregated

On the Web of mass control

Linked together thru the airwaves

Whose master fell long ago

Some hear the trumpets blowing

Some think they’ve already blown

One thing is for certain

Life will never return

To what we have previously known

E.A. Fussell


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